"This is a hospital."
Mingdai dodged backward, warning Mo Qingying as she did so.
"If you come any closer, I'll yell."
"Go ahead and yell!"
Mo Qingying's hand was already in front of Ming Dai.
"Help!!!"
Mingdai screamed loudly.
"Murder!!!"
The corridor fell silent for a moment.
Actually, there weren't many people in total. Everyone was tense because this was the emergency room, and they didn't have much energy to pay attention to others.
But Mo Qingying still instinctively stopped in her tracks.
Mo Qingying was pulled back by Mo Yumei.
"Mingdai, that's enough."
Mo Yumei, fearing she might run into someone she knew, immediately stopped Mingdai.
"Stop making a fool of yourself!"
Mingdai looked innocent and then at Mo Tingchuan.
"Your mother and sister are going to hit me, and you're just going to stand by and watch?"
Mo Tingchuan asked Mingdai with a complicated expression, "Did you really push her?"
He seemed to disbelieve it at all.
"You can't do that."
He shook his head. "You have no reason to do this."
Why is there no reason?
Mingdai found it amusing. "I can push her away if I want to. Is it wrong for me to dislike her?"
"If you were unhappy with her, you would have done it to her long ago. Why wait until today?"
Surprisingly, Mo Tingchuan was still quite clear-headed.
"Tingchuan, what time is it? Weiwei is still being rescued inside. Right now, you should be most concerned about Weiwei's condition. Don't be fooled by Mingdai's sweet talk."
Mo Yumei wished she could slap her son twice to wake him up.
Mo Tingchuan gently pushed his mother away, determined to get the answer from Mingdai.
"Tell me, did you really do it?"
"It must be her. She's always been vicious; she just used to be better at disguising it."
Mo Qingying pulled her brother along.
"Brother, don't make any more mistakes. Think about how hard Weiwei has worked. If you lose the child, how will Weiwei live in the future?"
Mo Tingchuan seemed not to hear his sister's accusations.
He asked Mingdai, "Why exactly?"
He seemed to be expecting something.
"If you really pushed her, if you wanted her to lose this child, if you wanted her to disappear from my life, then can I interpret that as you not wanting to leave me?"
Mo Tingchuan was excited by his own idea.
He wanted to reach out and take Mingdai's hand.
"You want to live a good life with me, don't you?"
Mingdai quickly retreated several steps, maintaining a safe distance as she coldly stared at Mo Tingchuan.
An indescribable chill bound her tightly from head to toe.
What a cold-blooded, ruthless, selfish, and mean-spirited man he is.
Qin Weiwei is still in the emergency room, her life hanging in the balance, while he is here full of hope, hoping that the marriage he trampled to death long ago will be revived.
Oh!
"Brother! Do you even know what you're saying?!"
Mo Qingying simply couldn't believe it.
She rushed to her brother and pushed him hard, trying to bring him to his senses.
"You and Mingdai can never go back. The day you got together with Weiwei, there was no possibility left for you two!"
Mo Qingying pointed back at the emergency room.
"Weiwei is pregnant with your child and she is looking forward to it every day. She wants you to take responsibility and hopes to become your rightful wife. She wants to be with you year after year."
"My years have been filled with only Mingdai."
Mo Tingchuan didn't know what had possessed him; Ming Dai, whom he had previously looked down upon, was now inexplicably on his mind.
Even disregarding Qin Weiwei's safety, he said to Mingdai with a sigh of relief right at the door of the emergency room, "If the baby is gone, then we'll start over."
"Smack!"
Mingdai slapped Mo Tingchuan hard across the face.
She was furious.
"If you didn't want children, why did you get together with Qin Weiwei in the first place? When you betrayed your marriage, did you ever think about the possibility of starting over?"
This man has become a complete devil.
When he cares about someone, his tenderness and affection are boundless, but as soon as he loses interest, his heart becomes harder than a stone in winter.
Mo Tingchuan's face turned to the side from the slap.
Mingdai's palms went numb, and her heart felt like a dead sea.
Qin Weiwei lost.
Just like her.
Utter defeat.
What are you doing!
Mo Yumei pushed Mingdai away and turned around to cup her son's face in her hands.
Five finger marks were clearly visible on Mo Tingchuan's cheek.
Mo Yumei was heartbroken.
"Does it hurt? Tingchuan..."
Mingdai turned and left.
When she received He Yaonian's call, she was strolling alone on the street.
Aimless.
When He Yaolai came to pick her up, Mingdai was standing in front of a wedding photography studio.
I remember when she and Mo Tingchuan took their wedding photos, they were in a rush, so they didn't go to other places to take more photos.
At the time, Mo Tingchuan said that there would definitely be another opportunity to film it in the future.
Mingdai was deeply in love and thought that even if she didn't film, she would be very satisfied as long as she could be with Mo Tingchuan every day.
Love makes people blind, unable to see anything else, only thinking about having temporary pleasure, and that what happens afterward is no longer important.
A light drizzle began to fall from the sky at some unknown time.
Spring nights are always a little chilly.
Mingdai felt a weight on her shoulders as a familiar, pleasant scent filled her heart.
She turned her head.
He Yaonian held an umbrella, and the two of them hid under it, keeping the wind and rain at bay.
"What's wrong?"
He Yaonian noticed Mingdai's low spirits, "Why are you here all alone?"
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